The ladies had not yet returned.
He struck off towards the Chiaia, again paced backwards and forwards, cursed at carriage-drivers who plagued him, tried to amuse himself on the Santa Lucia.

And pray what was all this fuss about?
When he rose this morning, he had half a mind to start at once for Amalfi, and not see Mrs.Lessingham and her niece at all; he "didn't know that he cared much." He had met Cecily Doran twice.

The second time was on the Strada Nuova di Posillipo, where he encountered a carriage in which Cecily and her aunt were taking the air; he talked with them for three minutes.

It was the undeniable fact that he had broken away from "old Mallard" merely to see Cecily again.

He had never tried to blind himself to it; that kind of thing was not in his way.